Zheng Guaner was provoked by her words and pushed her away. In shock, he sat up and shouted, "How is this possible!?"
Song Nuanyi shrugged slightly and left him. She said indifferently, "In that case, don't come near me. Otherwise, I will misunderstand."
She looked at the nervous Zheng Guaner. She did not really think that he liked her. Instead, she felt that she had found a way to restrain this Young Master, and that was to be more narcissistic than him. It was disgusting to him.
Zheng Guaner's expression kept changing. He looked at Song Nuanyi's side profile and gritted his teeth.
He abruptly left the living room and went to the room on the second floor. When he left, it happened to be when Zheng Xiaoze returned. He looked at his son in surprise, ever since his son had grown up, he had rarely seen him so flustered. He glanced at song Nuanyi on the sofa, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
